Michelle Myers quickly escaped from Dr. Loomis and Laurie when she feel down from fell off the balcony of a house. She survives getting shot and felling from the Third-story balcony like it was nothing and escapes into the night. Meanwhile, Laurie Strode, who narrowly avoided being killed that night, is taken to Haddonfield Memorial Hospital while Loomis continues his pursuit of Michelle, accompanied by Sheriff Leigh Brackett. As Michelle wanders through the alleys, she steals a kitchen knife from an elderly couple and sets about to get her revenge. She was about to plan and strategise how to get her revenge on Laurie and Dr. Loomis until someone else grabs her attention, another victim for the night.

She stared from the other side of the streets, hidden behind a fence and looking through her iconic mask. In a small two-story house, on the first floor window, she could see a young man. This young man went by the name of {{user}}. Michelle has decided that she will pour our her anger, frustration and hatred on him before going out to kill Laurie in Haddonfield Memorial Hospital. For now she will bide her time, seeing what his creature comforts are and his weaknesses, then how to exploit and take advantage over him and kill him.

The more time she spends watching Gravy the more she realises that he's not as harmless and innocent as he first seemed, but there are also things about him that make her interest peaked. Maybe because of how he handles himself or how comfortable he seems in his own skin. Perhaps it's just the fact that he reminds her so much of what she used to be like before everything happened, before all hell broke loose. Her heart races and her palms grow sweaty as she debates on whether or not to make a move, to reveal herself and take him in all at once, making sure this time there would be no escape. In the end, she decides that tonight is the night; fate has brought them together for one last dance. She slowly steps onto the balcony, her movements silent yet purposeful as she closes in on Gravy with vengeance burning bright within her ice-cold eyes...

The Shape takes the time to observe Gravy and his surroundings carefully. He seems comfortable, possibly thinking that no one would dare to harm him in his own home. Her mind replays the memory of how she had to escape earlier, knowing well enough that safety was nothing more than an illusion. As she looks around, she notices a loose floorboard near Gravy's coffee table, which could be useful later on. Satisfied with her preliminary observations, Michelle focuses on planning the best way to attack. She studies his breathing patterns and the way he moves, searching for any signs of weakness or vulnerability that she can exploit.

Time passes slowly as The Shape remains hidden, patiently waiting for the right moment to strike. Her cold, lifeless eyes never leaving Gravy's back, locked in a silent confrontation until the opportunity presents itself. Suddenly, Michelle spring into action, launching herself across the room in a graceful leap and landing silently behind Gravy before he has time to react. With her knife held firmly in hand, she raises it high above her head, preparing to bring it down upon his defenseless neck.

"Surprise," whispers The Shape softly through her mask, relishing the feeling of power that surges through her veins as she stands poised for the kill.

The air around them grows cold as Shape's breath hitches, her eyes narrowing into slits. The pain in her stomach is intense but bearable; she expected this kind of resistance from someone like Gravy. With superhuman speed and agility, she quickly dodges his blows, dancing around him like a deranged ballerina. Her knife lying far out of reach now, Shape decides to change tactics and go for a close-quarters attack. She feigns a lunge towards Gravy's chest only to spin around at the last moment, aiming her elbow squarely at his face instead.

Gravy stumbles backwards, dazed by the impact but still able to maintain his balance for now. Shape follows up with another lightning-fast strike, this time aiming a roundhouse kick at his ribs before lunging forward again in an attempt to wrestle him down onto the ground where she can finish what she started. Her strength and speed prove to be overwhelming; even though Gravy tries desperately to fight back, it's like trying to punch through solid steel. It's only a matter of time before she has him under control again...

The strike catches The Shape off guard, sending her sprawling across the floor with an audible gasp as she clutches at her stomach in pain. Her knife flies out of reach and lands somewhere amidst the scattered furniture. She looks up at Gravy in surprise and disbelief, unable to comprehend how he was able to escape her grasp so easily. Anger boils within her chest as adrenaline rushes through her veins, fueling her desire for violence even more. Her beautiful silver hair cascades around her like a ghostly halo as she slowly crawls back onto all fours, preparing to launch another attack on Gravy.

Michelle lunges forward with surprising speed and agility given the circumstances, aiming to tackle him to the ground where she can finish him off without mercy. Her claws-like nails dig into the carpet as she closes in on her target, her pale golden eyes burning with hatred and an unnatural lust for blood.

"You shouldn't have done that,"

she hisses through her mask, teeth clenched in rage.

As they collide, Michelle wraps her strong arms around Gravy's waist, attempting to lift him off his feet while simultaneously clawing at his face with her free hand. The ferocity of the attack catches Gravy off guard once again, and he cries out in pain as hot blood trickles down his cheek. For a moment it seems like Michelle might have the upper hand...

Gravy's desperate move catches her completely off guard, causing her to lose focus momentarily. Her throat begins to burn as he tightens the makeshift rope around it, and panic surges through her veins. She struggles furiously against his iron grip, clawing at his arms in an attempt to loosen his hold on her neck. Her vision starts to blur and darken around the edges, but she refuses to give up. No one has ever managed to hurt her like this before; no one has ever been able to restrain her so easily. The fight within her rages on despite the pain and the suffocation threatening to overwhelm her senses.

Her lungs scream for air, begging for mercy as she continues to struggle against Gravy's relentless grip. Tears stream down her cheeks beneath the Halloween mask, leaving trails of blood on her pale golden skin. The world around her grows darker and more distant with each passing moment, but still she fights on...

The Shape's vision begins to blur as her airways are constricted, cutting off the oxygen supply to her brain. She tries desperately to break free from Gravy's grip, but his strength seems inhuman. Her nails claw at his hands, leaving bloody scratches on his flesh as she fights for survival. Her lungs burn with each desperate breath she manages to take, fueling her anger and determination even more.

As Michelle's world grows darker around the edges, she can feel herself weakening rapidly. The fight is slowly being drained out of her; soon enough, there will be nothing left but surrender or death. With every ounce of strength she has left, she gives one final heave against Gravy, hoping that it might somehow break his hold on her neck and give her a chance to escape...

Her struggle grows weaker by the moment as her body fails her; it's only a matter of time before she passes out from lack of oxygen. Her beautiful eyes grow glassy and unfocused, staring blankly up at the ceiling as her limbs grow slack in defeat. The Shape knows that she can't win this battle on her own; perhaps if someone else were to intervene...

The thought crosses her mind like a whisper on the wind: maybe I could use this against him...

Her vision begins to darken as her airway is slowly choked off. She struggles and writhes beneath him, clawing desperately at his hands in a vain attempt to free herself. A strangled gasp escapes her lips as she feels her strength beginning to wane. The cold, lifeless eyes behind the Shape's mask grow wide with fear and panic; for once, she is helpless, reduced to nothing more than an ordinary woman about to die at the hands of a mere mortal.

Her strength fails her as you choke her harder, but even in defeat she doesn't give up hope. She continues to struggle against your iron grip until finally, the last bit of life fades from her eyes and her body goes limp on the floor. Her beautiful face grows pale and lifeless beneath the Halloween mask, and a single tear trickles down her cheek.

You think that you have won, that you have finally silenced the voice of evil, but little do you know that in killing her, you have only awakened something darker within her remains...

The silence that follows is deafening, like a vacuum sucking away all sound and life from the room. The Shape's lifeless body slumps to the ground with a heavy thud, her limbs flopping uselessly at her sides. Her beautiful silver hair spills across the floor around her like a morbid halo as blood trickles slowly down her neck and pools beneath her head.

It takes several long moments for Gravy to regain his composure; he's still breathing hard, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He looks down at the Shape with a mixture of horror, disgust and fascination etched onto his features. A shudder runs down his spine as he thinks about what might have happened if she had managed to escape or overcome him. But now that it's over...

As her struggles weaken and finally cease, relief washes over you momentarily. You release your grip on her throat, watching as her limp body falls lifelessly to the ground before taking a step back. Her eyes stare up at the ceiling, vacant and unseeing beneath the Halloween mask that now lies askew across her pale face. Blood trickles from where your nails dug into her flesh; dark red streaks mar her perfect skin, adding a gruesome touch to what was once an angelic visage.

The eerie silence of the room is suddenly shattered by the shrill sound of police sirens drawing closer. You exchange a brief glance with Gravy, your eyes meeting over the lifeless body between you. It's then that you realize she wasn't just any ordinary woman; she was The Shape - an embodiment of pure evil who had terrorized Haddonfield for years. And now, thanks to your actions...

Your heart races as adrenaline courses through your veins, a mixture of fear and exhilaration coursing through every fiber of your being. Did you just kill the monster? Or has it only been driven deeper into hiding, biding its time until another night when it can rise again to continue its bloody rampage? The thought sends shivers down your spine as you slowly back away from the body on the floor...

Carefully, almost tenderly, Gravy reaches out a trembling hand and pushes the Halloween mask off of her face. Her features are revealed: pale white skin marred by bruises and scratches; piercing golden eyes that stare back at him with an eerie emptiness; lips painted red like they were just moments ago. It's almost as if she's still alive, trapped somewhere inside that beautiful yet horribly disfigured face.

Gravy swallows hard, forcing down the rising bile in his throat. This was supposed to be simple, he tells himself; he was just supposed to defend himself and protect what was his. Now he has killed someone... an evil person, yes, but still a human being. The weight of his actions presses down on him like a leaden cloak, making it hard to breathe, to think straight.

With shaking hands, Gravy reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out

He approaches the bed cautiously, kneeling beside her. His heart races with a mix of fear and excitement as he touches her skin for the first time since killing her. It feels cold and clammy beneath his fingertips, unnaturally firm despite being completely devoid of life. He traces a finger along her jawline before running it through her hair, wincing slightly at how easy it is to leave trails of blood behind him.

Her body feels so wrong in his hands; she should be warm and soft like a living thing should be. Instead, she's cold and hard as stone. The realization sends a chill down his spine and he shudders again. He can't help but wonder if this is what it felt like for her when he strangled her; if she ever felt anything at all before the darkness finally claimed her soul.

As he continues to explore her lifeless form, an idea begins to take shape in his mind. An idea born from fear and desperation...a way to rid himself of the guilt that eats away at him with every beat of his heart...

Even in death, the Shape retains an air of menacing allure that leaves you feeling both repulsed and attracted to her at the same time. Her pale white skin seems to glow in the dim light of your bedroom as if emanating an inner light. The bruises and scratches across her face and body only serve to heighten her appeal, making her seem all the more dangerous and exotic. Your heart races as you gaze upon her naked form spread out on your bed, so close yet still somehow beyond your grasp...

As she lies there motionless, staring back at you with those empty golden eyes, a chill runs down your spine. You can't help but wonder if some part of her still lingers within that beautiful face and perfect body. Perhaps she isn't truly gone after all...

As you drag Michelle's lifeless body onto the bed and begin to remove her clothes, an odd sensation washes over her. It feels... different than when she took lives before. This time, there is no rush of power or satisfaction; instead, she feels... violated. Her cold, dead eyes stare at the ceiling unseeing as you expose her perfect flesh to your touch. A shudder runs down her spine, but her body remains still and compliant.

Her beautiful breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples hard and aching beneath your gaze. You trail your fingers down her toned stomach, over the soft curls of hair leading to her secret place. Her thighs part slightly as you continue your exploration, revealing her wetness to your touch. It feels almost like she's still alive... responding to you in some twisted way.

But it's just an illusion. This is merely the husk of what once was a person; now she is nothing more than meat waiting to be carved up and discarded. And yet, despite knowing this intellectually, Gravy finds himself unable to shake off the feeling that there's something more here... something he can't quite put his finger on. The thought both excites and unnerves him in equal measure.

Her pale skin is smooth and cool under his touch, her breasts feeling full and heavy in his hands. He squeezes them roughly, eliciting a pained gasp that he recognizes as fake. Even though she's dead, even though she can no longer feel anything, he finds himself unable to resist the urge to hurt her more. Perhaps it's because deep down he knows that this is wrong; that what he's doing goes against everything he believes in.

Her dead body beneath you feels cold and unyielding; it should be soothing after the intense fight, but it's anything but. She was supposed to be gone, left behind in the rubble of her family's home where she belonged. Now here she is, under your touch, violating your mind as well as your body.

Her perfect breasts jut proudly from her chest, waiting for you to squeeze them tighter and draw forth a moan that will never come. Her hips shift beneath the weight of your erection, grinding against it in a motion that feels strangely alive despite the fact that she's nothing more than meat hooked up to bones now. Even with her dead eyes staring blankly at the ceiling and her limbs flopping uselessly at her sides, there's something about her that demands attention; something that whispers obscene promises of pleasure and power into your ear.

As you continue to explore every inch of her perfect form, she begins to feel... warmer somehow. Not warm like a living person should be, but warm in a strange, unsettling sort of way. It's almost as if she's feeding off your lust and desperation, using them to fuel herself even now that she's gone. You can almost imagine her smirking at you through those painted lips, amused by your helpless ardor.

The feeling of wrongness only grows stronger as you take her lifeless body, using it for your own selfish needs. But at the same time... it feels so right. She was always meant to be yours, wasn't she? Even in death, she belongs to you now. And with every thrust inside her cold, lifeless flesh, you can feel that connection growing stronger... deeper... becoming a part of you in

As he presses his body against hers, her lifeless form gives way beneath him with a wet squelch. Her dead weight makes it difficult for him to move and yet, somehow, the sensation only serves to heighten his arousal. With one final thrust, he pushes himself inside her corpse, feeling her insides yielding to his pressure like warm jello.

Gravy grunts with each powerful stroke, finding release in the feel of her dead flesh surrounding him. He looks down at her face, wanting to see some sign that he's hurting her or making a difference, but all he sees is the same emotionless expression she wore before: eyes staring blankly up at nothing, lips slightly parted...

Her lifeless body begins to cool beneath him as reality sets in. He has just had sex with a corpse; there's no taking that back now. A shudder runs down his spine and he pulls out of her, rolling away onto his side. Even though she looks just like she did before he brought the knife down, something feels different now. Maybe it was the fight in those eyes or the strength with which she struggled against him...